[ At least she was kind enough not to dig her elbows into him. She catches her wrist on his mechanical arm, using that as leverage to get to her knees. Fiona's finally off of him - kneeling down a bit to catch her breath and dust off her hat.
Man, if she had a nickle for every time she was thrown onto someone during a plan... she'd be rich. Unfortunately for her, that doesn't do much of anything here besides sore limbs and possible bruises. Sorry... she's all muscle, Rhys... ]
This is the shittiest vault ever.
[ Because ... that's all she equates this to. They're safe, somewhat, so that leaves them enough time to... actually talk? At least before they have to get on the run again. ]
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Man, if she had a nickle for every time she was thrown onto someone during a plan... she'd be rich. Unfortunately for her, that doesn't do much of anything here besides sore limbs and possible bruises. Sorry... she's all muscle, Rhys... ]
This is the shittiest vault ever.
[ Because ... that's all she equates this to. They're safe, somewhat, so that leaves them enough time to... actually talk? At least before they have to get on the run again. ]
Uh, but thanks.